'An excellent choice' Rose purred, the other girls pouted and yet still flirting and preening all the same. They hadn't won this time, but there was nothing to say that he wouldn't be back and the pay day wouldn't be theirs next time.

'Say Good evening Astrid' she encouraged the girl, to greet him, which she did in flirtaticious tones of coquettish and heavily accented French. It was fake but then some gents liked the 'exotic'. Not that many men heard Rose's girls speak -that wasn't what they were there for. 'The gent would like to borrow your face for an evening can you accommodate him?' AStrid nodded, pulling a few strands from her long locks and moving towards him, her hips swaying. depositing the strands on Roses's desk, before returning to her spot, looking back over her shoulder at him flirtaciously.


Rose opened the drawer of her desk and removed a small corked bottle of polyjuice potion, and dropped the hairs in, before dropping the hairs in. The potion changed colour. She held it out to him. 'Would you two like some time alone together now?' she pressed.

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